Forbidden

Damon POV:

I was sitting in my office chair when my wolf began to stir, giving me a massive headache. He began to growl and snarl at me, urging me to go to our mate. He continued pacing around in circles, acting as if something was worrying him. A feeling of nausea washed over me as I felt that something was wrong with her, with my mate.

I decided to go and check on her, to calm myself and my wolf. I entered the cells and heard her screams and whimpers, then her pleading for help and to be released. I quickened my pace and reached her cell within seconds. Only to witness a pack member assaulting my mate.

Fury washed over me as my wolf began to surface, with the need to tear this man’s flesh apart for touching her, for hurting her, she’s mine! She’s ours!

I stormed into the cell and ripped him from her, and began beating him to a pulp. He was almost dead when I heard her let out a small whimper, bringing me out of my angered state. I threw him across the room and rushed to her side to ensure she was ok.

I gripped her arms as softly as I could and helped her to her feet. She stood shakily, trying to gain her balance. Amelia flinched harshly at my touch, causing my heart to ache. She tried to pull away and was fighting me. “Stop! You’re going to hurt yourself.” I said softly or tried, too, at least.

She peeked around her shoulder and glanced at me; the expression on her face was difficult to read; it was a mixture between fear and desire?

“I am not going to hurt you, ok?” I said, trying to soothe her nerves. I turned her around to face me and looked over her body to see if she had any injuries. Her body had a few scrapes and bruises, one right on her cheek. I reached up and rang my thumb across it. The anger started to return, and my wolf wanted blood. A growl rumbled up from my chest, my wolf struggling to come out.

Amelia brought me out of my murderous thoughts when I noticed her looking around me at Jordan’s limp and beaten body. Terror was etched onto her beautiful face as she looked up at me and started to struggle again.

It took everything in me to not show any emotion and maintain a neutral expression. “Stop, now! I assure you; he is still alive, just badly injured. I do not condone that behaviour. It is strictly forbidden, and he deserved what he got.” I meant every word, and, in my opinion, he deserves worse!

She hesitantly nodded her head and then started to look around the floor and at herself frantically. I looked down and noticed her shredded clothes scattered around. I removed my shirt and wrapped it around her body. It gave me a sense of great pride, seeing her wear my clothes and also made my cock twitch.

“I imagine you are feeling exposed and uncomfortable. So you may wear this, for the time being.” I said, trying to be a gentleman.

She looked up at me. “Thank you.” A small smile spread across her face.

Reluctantly, I let go of her and opened the cell door. “Follow me.”

She remained still, refusing to even look at me. “Would you prefer to stay here?” I asked.

Her eyes locked with mine. “No!” She bellowed out.

I said shortly, becoming irritated with her

the hall. I watched her, glancing between the other cells. Finally, we reached the door, and she stopped in front of the

said, and she flinched. I tried to

She was confused, and it was

was becoming a bit frustrated now. “I need to unlock the door.” I tilted my head up and nodded

flickered between me and the door, then she moved, her back now against the wall.

my arm brushed against her soft skin, causing an eruption of sparks to shoot throughout my body. I pushed those feelings back down and continued to open the door, gesturing for

watched her eyeing the forest; it was clear to me that she was contemplating the idea

wickedly at the thought of her running and me catching her. I secretly wished she would run, so I

not wanting anyone to have the chance to ask questions. It was bad enough they were all watching us closely. But I had decided that it was best to give her a room within the house, choosing the one next to mine so that I could keep a close eye on her, making sure no one would ever touch her again, except for

opened the room door and nudged her inside. “You will stay in here for now. My room is next door, so if you try

dryly. I closed and locked the door, even though I just wanted to be with her,

mine. As I stood there, I heard the faint sound of crying. I

as it is for you, baby,”

I walked away, knowing it would ultimately

Amelia POV:

nighttime and the room was

the bed and tried to navigate the room, using the moonlight as my guide. After fumbling for a few minutes, I finally found the light switch. The light

suspected, the door was locked. So, I turned around, made my way over to the next one, and opened the door, revealing a

black honeycomb flooring, a large stand-up shower, with multiple heads and white subway tiles: a large dark grey tub, double sinks, and a dark wood vanity. Maybe I’ll sleep in

had on and stepped into the shower. I let the water wrap my body in its warmth, calming my frazzled nerves. I honestly didn’t understand what was going on; why was I being kept here? How am I going to get away from this place? First, I washed my hair and then my body. As I was washing my body, I could

underwear he had touched. I wanted to burn them! The only other thing was that man’s shirt, but it too was filthy and had blood on it. I picked it up and smelled it, wanting to flood my senses with his aroma again. His smell was comforting and enticing. He smelled like a sweet, cool summer morning, with a hint of vanilla, it was delicious and a scent I could get used to indefinitely. I put the clothes in a nearby basket and looked around the bathroom to put on something. Luckily some bathrobes were hanging on the back of the door. I grabbed one and replaced my towel

sat down and damned near inhaled the food. It was so delicious, the best I had ever eaten. After finishing my meal, I walked over to the window and gazed out at the scenery. It

as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out. I was slightly woken in the night by what felt like someone climbing into

glancing at the other side of the bed, and it was empty. I looked around the room, and I was still alone. I must have been

the bathroom, I checked the bedroom door and found it was still locked. Great! I’m stuck in here. So I walked over to the window and inspected it; there was a small lock on the top of

I would break something; this is my

it back up. I need to get better clothes first and some shoes; running through the forest in a robe and bare feet

choices. There were a few different options, but I decided to go with the astronomy book. Maybe I’ll find something here that will help me get out